I know as of currently only about five people will read this on here, but it is mostly just because I felt the need to put it somewhere, I placed it on Facebook as well, but I don't know, after having went out to eat and had the stares that you get from people NOT caring for a child with special needs. So I wanted to post it again, just as a way to vent here without screaming at them in the dinner. So for those that fallow me, sorry for my first blog being a rant.
It has been brought to my attention that it is Autism awareness month, and I have thought about what to write if I wanted to write at all. What keep coming back to my mind is what my son is and isn’t. This seems to confuse a lot of people, and those that it doesn’t confuse will say things that they don’t realize can be taken wrong or hurtful, or sometimes they are just surprisingly big ass hats.
1. My son isn’t “Autism”, he is autistic.
2. My son isn’t damaged; he is the way he was supposed to be by genes or whichever maker you pray to.
3. My son is a handful, but he isn’t YOUR handful.
4. My son isn’t detached; he is an amazing cuddle bug that loves to be near people, you just have to earn it.
5. My Son isn’t someTHING to be ashamed of; he is someONE who shows me how to revel in the little victories.
6. My son isn’t verbal but he is not voiceless, he is my heart so I am his voice.
There is so much more that I could add to this, but I think those points cover the very large majority.
So for Autism Awareness Month, I salute two groups of people:
I salute those men, women and children that live with Autism every day, you are beautiful people that were made in the exact way that you were intended, and while I don’t know many of you personally, if my son is any example your capacity for joy is only surpassed by your ability to love.
I salute the parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents and friends who raise autistic children, bravo to you, you are the strength and love that could be raising the next Einstein or Mozart, or just raising a child who makes you feel like the most important person in the world, because it is you they decide to let into their worlds.
I also salute the children who are not special needs, like my oldest son who do so much to help their siblings who are, many times they can feel forgotten about or over shadowed by the child with the special needs, but still they truck on, they love and they help.
